Photo by Chevanon Photography from Pexels Happiness, when it sings,Sings liked a songbirdOn the hillcrest of contentment. The journey to big C begins at five:Good physical health.Perky in the day, pleasantly spent by time for dreams. Companionship of a fellow soulWhose presence alone is enough to fill the peace –Many words not necessary; just smiles …
Photo by Pixabay from Pexels I believe the soulI feel itComes to you.When you’re ready quietly. But this early?By all accountsThere’s something brooding in meNine years soon. I am the two I am.Body-mind and soul. With light and tendernessVague words bubbling under waterMy blue soul coming in to fill meAn ancient angel child resting in …
Photo by Tobias Bjørkli from Pexels I understand something I don’t understand.The soul begins to come out.SayAs in birthBut not.And it expressesTotally wordlesslySomething,As though it wants to know us in the momentWhile we can.Even though I think my soul already knows me.And our feelings begin to mergeBlendAnd old things that used to hurt don’t hurt …
Photo by Ron Lach from Pexels When does a poem wax more sermon than a blog? If conscience bleeds and critics ruminate!The table scraps my children dropped to feed our dog, That’s poetry. Though I’m alone of late. I tend the Hungry now, with meals that chefs prepare. Clothe some new-bought, and some with odds …
We have our stories, don’t we?Of friends, and foes, and vacation trips.Wants, and needs, and those we’ve loved.And when the days grow shorter stillIt’s stories that remain to fill our cup. For once I sat quiet and listened. We create in this life.We can’t help but do it, and we try.But love?You can’t create love.It …
